Chapter 191 - To Fort Yano (5)

<Author's note: The things (racism, s.e.xism, political views, etc.) depicted or mentioned in this story do not reflect the real world and are purely coincidences. If they do, please keep in mind that they are simply for world-building and are only work of fiction. Thank you for your understanding.>

Thanks to the attack the Zita did, all three of them were covered with holes on their body.

"Blergh!" they all coughed out blood.

Beardie had the most holes on his body, next was Zita, and the one with the least holes was Nathan.

Noticing that Beardie was distracted from his wounds that his hold against Zita weakened and he dropped his dagger from her throat…

Vooom!

Pah!

Nathan immediately charged forward and stabbed his fingers into Beardie's mouth and went through the back of his head.

Thud!

He pulled his hand back out of Beardie's head and caught Zita from falling down along with Beardie.

Looking at Zita on his arms, he couldn't help but notice that her face was so pale. Putting aside the holes on her clothes which was also soaked in blood, there were also holes on her neck, arms and legs.

"Smamak…" she said weakly.

"Shh… Talk later."

He summoned five [Small] Healing Potions from his [Artifact] and fed them to her.

When her wounds were healed, he put her down and then summoned another five pieces of healing potions to heal himself.

'How many healing potions have I used since I've been with this kid?'

'Too costly!'

"Mister…" Zita called out softly that it was almost a whisper.

He turned to her.

She was already standing.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry…" she said and held her down while she cast her gaze strangely at the corpse of Beardie.

He shook his head mentally.

'No, she's a kid and this is an investment…'

'You need to spend some to get more…'

He flashed a very kind and warm smile.

Pat.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "What's wrong, kid? Do you need more potions?"

She was still holding her head down when she said, "No…"

"Kid, your performance in this fight was very embarrassing. Considering your power, you, all of people should be the last one to be held as a hostage. In fact, there shouldn't any be any possibility for that to even happen and yet it did. It's just mind-blowing."

"..."

"Also, don't ever do that kind of attack ever again. Not only were you committing suicide, but you were also committing friendly fire. Learn how to use your power properly."

"Okay..."

"Come, the battle isn't done yet," he said and went to where Licker was.

However, he noticed that she wasn't following him so he stopped and turned to her.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"Hey, look at me."

She slowly raised her head.

Nathan couldn't help but notice that she was struggling to keep eye contact with him as if she was afraid of him.

"Is there a problem, kid?"

She took a step back.

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

Realizing what she did, she took a step forward and then said, "Nothing, mister…"

"Come, there's still one last thing that we should do," he said and resumed heading to Licker.

***

He was lying on his stomach on the sidewalk and next to the thick brick wall.

He was bleeding and had several broken bones, some of which were even protruding out of his skin.

Compared to a while ago, he couldn't move. But now, thanks to the little rest, he could somehow move his right hand.

However…

'Curse our luck…!'

'I didn't think we'll end up fighting with a Prophet…!'

'I need to get the healing potions on my pocket or else…'

He tried to move his right hand but the pain on his right elbow and shoulder were just too much.

"ARGHHH…!" he g.r.o.a.n.e.d and gritted his teeth before returning his right arm to its previous position.

"Haaa…"

"Haaa…"

"Haaa…"

'This isn't looking good…'

'I've lost too much blood that already I'm starting to lose consciousness…'

'But I still need a little more rest…'

Thud…

Thud…

Thud…

He suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming his way.

Thud…

Thud…

Thud…

"Kid, this is another part of your training," a man said in Regisian.

Licker's eyes immediately widened before closing them.

***

"Kid, this is another part of your training."

Zita followed behind him in silence.

Nathan looked at Licker's body.

Although he wasn't "moving" and had his eyes closed, Nathan could still notice the subtle movement of his back from breathing.

It also didn't help that he was topless, making it even more visible.

But what made him confident that Licker was still alive was because earlier he specifically threw him away just to maim him and so that he could let Zita kill him later as a form of training.

He chose him because he was the most annoying one among the four.

'Heh~ Still playing dead? What a great actor!' he thought. "Kid, listen up. First of all, you always need to make sure to cut off their arms so they can't cast spells like [Fireball], [Ice Spear] and etc."

Whoosh!

Chud!

"WAAAHHH!!! MF.U.C.K MYOU!!!" Licker screamed in agony because his right arm was chopped off with an axe.

"Because they can play dead and surprise-attack you like this one."

Licker was about to cast a spell with his other arm.

Whoosh!

"WAAAHHH!!!"

Nathan cut off the other arm.

Licker wiggled in pain on the ground before turning to Nathan and said, "MWHAT MELSE MDO MYOU MF.U.C.K.I.N.G MWANT?! MYOU MALREADY MWON MAND MI MSURRENDERED!!!"

"Normally, when I want to ask for information, I would try my best to keep the 'interviewee' with less wounds -- or if possible, no wounds at all, so that they can experience more pain once I start to interview them. Because if they're already injured, they wouldn't be so cooperative because they already developed some numbness to the pain and their mind aren't stable."

"MF.U.C.K MYOU! MWHAT MDO MYOU MWANT?! MTEL--WAAAHHH!!!"

Nathan summoned back his axe and then summoned a sword.

Suuup!

He impaled Licker the sword, pinning him down to the ground on his stomach.

"You also need to pin them down."

"MYOU MF.U.C.K.I.N.G MBASTARD!"

"Continuing on, the more severe their injury before you even interview them, the more uncooperative they are because in their mind they're already dying anyways."

"MWHAT MTHE MHELL MDO MYOU MWANT, MYOU MF.U.C.K.I.N.G MBASTARD!?"

"Of course, you can heal them with healing potions. However, when that happens, you need to give them at least 12 hours to recuperate before you interview them."

"MWHY MAREN'T MYOU MANSWERING MME, MYOU MF.U.C.K.I.N.G MBASTARD?!"

"So my point is that that approach is only good if you're not in a hurry. Also, in my opinion, not only is it a waste of potions and you also need to completely heal them -- except for the arms, of course, but you also have to make sure they won't commit suicide. Because trust me, they will."

"MAREN'T MYOU MASHAMED MSPEAKING MREGISIAN MWITH MTHAT MLOW-CLA.S.S MACCENT MOF MYOURS?!"

"It's actually quite surprising, really."

"MNO MMATTER MHOW MMUCH REGISIAN MYOU MSPEAK, MYOU'LL MSTILL MBE MA MPATHETIC MSELF-HATING MASIAN MLOSER!"

"But then again, I'm still a rookie and I have yet to interview that many people. So I could be wrong."

"MI MDON'T MCARE MIF MYOU'RE MA PROPHET. MLOOK MAT MHOW MPATHETIC MYOU MSOUND, MYOU MPATHETIC MSELF-HATING MASIAN MLOSER! HAHAHA~!"

Nathan turned to Zita.

"But for this specimen, well, since we're not here for information, we're in a hurry, and he's already severely injured and I have no intention of wasting any potions on him, I want you to kill him. Come, before he bleeds to death," he said before summoning a [Grade D] Long Dagger, holding it by its tip and offering it to her.

Zita was looking at Nathan with pure terror and she took a step back.

"MLOOK MAT MME, MYOU MF.U.C.K.I.N.G MPATHETIC MSELF-HATING MASIAN MLOSER MBASTARD PROPHET!"

Nathan knitted his brows and said, "Kid, what's that look on your face?"

"MHEY, MI'M MTALKING MHERE!"

Nathan turned to Licker.

Pah!

He slapped his head.

Of course, he didn't use his full strength. He just enough to make him dizzy for a moment.

"Noisy," he said before turning back to Zita.

"Mister… Can't we… Can't we just let him go?"

"Huh?"

"He's already…"

"Kid, did you just forget what about happened? Not only were we ambushed by these weaklings but you, an overpowered range-type Chosen One, got hostaged by them. If you don't think that's so embarrassing and pathetic, then I don't know what is."

"But mister… That's a --"

"A human being? A person?" He scoffed and continued, "Kid, weren't you there when I started killing people at the government shelter in Burrow City? Didn't I tell you that traveling with me is going to be a bloody and dangerous journey? So what kind of logic are you operating with?"

"I…"

"Wait, don't tell you were expecting we were just going to kill zombies and Armored Angels, and then when it comes to humans we'll just let them go once they surrendered? Or were you expecting me to do all the dirty work? What happened to being partners and pulling your own weight? Please tell me, please do, because I'm really confused about what kind of logic are you operating with here."

"I… I…" she said and looked away.

Nathan's expression turned serious and with a cold voice, he said, "Kid, listen closely: You either take this dagger and kill him or we're going our separate ways. Although you're a Chosen One like me, we're in a zombie apocalypse and the last thing I want to do is to bring along someone useless with me."

She returned her gaze back to him.

"Choose right now."

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